In the middle of the night, the clouds lazily hid the moonlight.

The wind and sand rub in the air to create a unique sound, making the dull night unclear.

The occasional blowing of small pieces of gravel and rare rotten branches on the ground made people gradually accustomed to the sound of blowing, and their vigilance decreased.

Dozens of black shadows slowly dispersed in the night and approached, Cui Lang seemed to be aware of it, and he felt a sense of horror rising in his heart.

Having made a living from bounty quests, he trusts his instincts, especially as he is a keen gambler, trusting them more than anyone else.

Holding the blade in his hand, he stood up lightly, fifty meters away from the tent, and saw dozens of black shadows breaking through the hazy wind and sand in the night.

"Enemy Attack ——!"

At the same time, he shook his arms violently, and six pieces were shot out in two fan-shaped shovels by the Destruction Poker that he had already recognized as the main shape.

Each of the six card pokers rotated at high speed along a controlled trajectory, with six fierce winds roaring and striking the densest spots in the front row.

Wen Yiming was the first to rush out of the tent, followed by the rest, and Cui Lang was the first to enjoy the sharing of the aura of concentration.

Before the crowd could unleash their blades, they saw six cards of poker piercing through the crowd, bringing up a cloud of blood mist.

"......" Wen fired a dragon gun, and one of the enemy had fallen and three were injured. I didn't think much about it, the wind flared up, and the dragon spear advanced through the sun.

'Boom! ’

Thirteen people, five were killed by one shot, and the rest were all shaken backwards.

Zhong Xiaoshan and Ah Meng arrived, although they didn't understand why the cultivation of this group of people was so low, and the highest one was only the second layer of the Great Martial Arts, but it still didn't prevent them from killing on a large scale.

Except for Wen Yiming, who is a martial artist, the entire team is full of martial artists, and it is in the middle and late stages, and the combat power is really crushing and killing.

The battle ended simply, and from everyone hearing Cui Lang's reminder, the whole process took less than five seconds, and counting the final pursuit, it was only ten seconds.

Wen Yiming was puzzled, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the tent of the fifth autumn girl was no longer there, and he was shocked and rushed away.

The wind and sand were quite strong, and there was no sign of the tent in its place, not even half a footprint remained.

The enemy attack was so sudden, Qiu Wan was alone, even if she was attacked, how could she have time to pay attention to the insignificant tent? Wen Yiming felt very suspicious.

Thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Yue Qimei and Yiqing in the team just now, and he hadn't found them in the perception within a range of three hundred meters, so he hurriedly returned and said to Cui Lang: "What about them?" ”

Cui Lang frowned, and subconsciously looked at a sand dune in the distance, he had seen the two of them strolling towards that side, and he even knew a little about the content of the conversation.

As soon as Wen Yiming looked at Cui Lang's gaze, he heard the call of Yue Qimei from behind the sand dune.

"Yiqing, run!"

The crowd is not shocked, but furious!

What the hell is this? Striking the East or Turning the Tiger Away from the Mountain?

Wen Yiming rushed violently, and the murderous aura came out of his body.

The two of them were not perceived within a range of 300 meters, and it is estimated that the sound distance behind the sand dunes was about 400 meters.

The red sand rose under his feet, pulling out a cloud of dust like a red dragon, and Wen Yiming was anxious.

Yue Qimei's injuries have just recovered, and her combat effectiveness is low; Yiqing's cultivation is not obvious, and there is no combat power; Even if it arrives in two seconds, it will be more than lucky.

With the level of martial arts cultivation in Northern Xinjiang, two seconds is enough to make Yue Qimei die several times, let alone be like an ordinary person.

Three steps and 200 meters, as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder.

"Fifth autumn girl, you can't die well——!"

Yue Qimei's vocal cords were crying, extremely sad, and lacking in qi, as if she was seriously injured.

Wen Yiming's back was cold, and the hand that clenched the dragon spear grunted, he couldn't believe that the resentful words that came into his ears were actually aimed at the fifth autumn cross.

'Bang! ’

A drop of essence blood exploded, and in a flash of speed, it reached the edge of the sand dune, throwing everyone behind him away.

At this moment, a pale blue figure rushed out from behind the sand dunes, holding Yiqing who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and backhanded Yiqing's body towards him in the rapid escape.

Wen Yiming almost bit his steel teeth, and the blood from his gums overflowed, making his eyes widen angrily, but he had to slow down suddenly, let out a low sigh, and used the power of softness, and when he took Yiqing, it didn't matter if he was alive or dead, he shook his hand and swayed a holy light technique on his soft sack-like body.

The fleeing figure instantly soared three hundred meters away from him, and its speed was not much slower than him.

At the same time as the Holy Light Technique was unleashed, he threw Yiqing at Amon behind him with his backhand, and although he knew that he could not catch up in a short distance, he was still unwilling to stride up, and the thunder roared and released at the same time.

"Uh... Roar! ”

The remaining strength of the sacrificial blow caused him to burst out in a battle cry, and almost at the same time he threw the dragon lance out of his hand.

'Whoa——! ’

The dragon chanted and trembled, and the wind and sand scattered.

The purple mist dragged its long tail and drew a long purple light under the dragon spear.

The killing intent rose to the point of almost burning air, making his eyes red.

The artistic conception of the spear - the rainbow!

At this moment, his spear was perfect, but he couldn't be happy.

In such a moment, the light blue figure was already three hundred meters away, but it still couldn't escape the lock of the dragon spear that had been sharply reduced.

The light blue figure's long hair danced wildly, and he turned around and retreated, with an extra guqin in his hand.

Fifth Autumn Girl!

Everyone was shocked and inexplicable, but Wen Yiming had already seen her figure when she came out of the sand dune, and he had never been so angry.

The most uncomfortable thing for him was that it hurt!

Hate yourself, it hurts your heart!

Roar!

There was a screeching sound of broken strings.

Under the impact of the aftermath of the rainbow, the fifth autumn girl instantly disappeared into the wind and sand night by the impact force.

'Knort ——! ’

The dragon spear landed on the ground and slanted into the red ground.

Wen Yiming stood stunned for a moment, feeling the uncontrolled chaos of the three-color true element like a twisted braid, causing internal instability.

He felt that he had lost something, his whole body was weak, his legs were weak, he knelt on one knee, and vomited out a mouthful of blood, with a trace of evil in between.

"Boss..."Everyone stepped forward, and the anger that had not yet subsided was covered with a layer of concern.

Wen Yiming hung his head and looked at the red sand and red ground blankly, waved his backhand, gritted his teeth and said, "After going to the sand dune, let's see how the seventh sister is..."

Ling Qingping and Zhong Xiaoshan hurriedly ran, while Sai Yaren rushed to carry Wen Yiming's dragon spear back.

Yue Qimei's face was pale, the corners of her mouth were bleeding, and there was a large area of blood in front of her chest. Walking back with Ling Qingping's support, his steps were vain.

Sitting around the newly built bonfire in front of the tent, the crowd was silent.

Yiqing leaned softly in Wen Yiming's arms, and after careful examination, Wen Yiming was relieved to learn that her internal organs were only displaced and her sternum was broken, and even the chaotic internal breath calmed down a little.

And Yue Qimei's injury is slightly lighter, I think it is the reason why she has cultivation in her body and epic inner armor.

Looking at the broken guqin that Sai Yaren put in front of the bonfire, Wen Yiming's face turned pale, and he knew that this was the commonly used guqin of the Fifth Autumn Cross, and he was too familiar with it.

The last Holy Light Technique was released on Yue Qimei's body, and Wen Yiming forcibly suppressed the upset and chaotic True Yuan, and said, "What happened just now? How can you run that far? ”

His tone was flat, without blame, and after gradually calming down, a lot of questions surfaced in his heart.

(End of chapter)